GREAT MILENKO*

I write like a poet I speak the words of a song I sing like an angel… who tends to get the notes wrong. I’m funny and friendly Or I pretend to be I’m weird but I’m witty I guess that’s just me. I wear my sneakers To parties with dresses I paint on the walls And I make frosting messes I suppose I’m annoying But I bet you are too. I guess that’s my panache. How about you? Say what you want to say It doesn’t matter no more I won’t choose your way I already locked that door Be what ever you want I honestly don’t even care Go ahead and taunt No word from me, Do whatever you want to It won’t do nothing towards me For I can promise you I’m the one you’ll never see Whatever road you choose It matters to me none For it’s just old news The drama is done

She says she’s fine but she’s going insane. She says she feels good but she’s in a lot of pain. She says it’s nothing but it’s really a lot. she says she’s okay. but really she’s not. she go home, she look in the mirror, she's cry, she think she's ugly, she think she's fat, she want to die and the worst thing is, the next day it happens all over again until the day she give up. I sometimes feel like life is just one big test to see how long we can survive Until we Lost Everything